In the heart of the city sits an expanding wilderness, with fields stretching on as far as the eye can see, white snowy fields and empty snowy deserts. When we become the hours and sands, when we notice the slow patient pace to our lives, when we realize that through and through we are empty fields and empty houses, we pause, and look into ourselves, and we cannot stand the terrible truth we see. For there are many retarded men and women living in my apartment, and they sit on the stairs in my hall or lie on my bed or stand in my kitchen wondering when I will remove the mantle or retardation from their minds. And these two dull eyes look out from their nests in my face and do not understand what strikes them; they can only say, "We look and do not understand, for you have placed a mantle of fog and retardation over us, so that we are constantly peering blindly, never seeing anything with clarity."